Granda's expression revealed her confusion.
She had only gradually come into contact with the Mystic Association after following Wu Heng.
Before that, whether during her life or the time she remained in the basement as a ghost, she had never heard of the Mystic Association.
Even if someone from the Mystic Association had appeared, she would not have known what they were.
Yet she had never expected that her husband had dealt with them.
Wu Heng continued, "Things may not be as simple as we thought. He's a member of the Mystic Association, and his status is fairly high."
Granda said doubtfully, "He was just a bard. Why would the Mystic Association think highly of him?"
"We'll ask him when the time comes. Then everything will be clear," Wu Heng said.
Then his gaze fell on the second ring.
Its style was very similar to the Mystic Association's, while its design was indeed that of an owl head and rat teeth.
It still looked rather strange.
"Do you recognize this ring?" Wu Heng asked.
Granda still shook her head.
Knock, knock, knock~!
As they spoke, someone knocked on the door.
"Come back first." Wu Heng gestured, and the ghost slipped back into his body.
The door immediately opened, and Executive Shiraque poked her head in. "You wanted to see me?"
When Wu Heng had returned, neither Shiraque nor Shi Yali had been at the Association.
They had gone to the exhibition as well, coordinating patrols and overseeing the place. After all, so many dignitaries had come to the island, and the venue's security had to be ensured.
Then she received Wu Heng's message telling her to return, so she hurried back immediately.
Wu Heng smiled and pointed at the two rings on the table. "I caught someone from the